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desafinado · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ confessing to them...

i know i sound stupid, i do. that's what love will do to you...

°｡⋆ diluc, zhongli, kaveh x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ tiniest teaspoon of angst, mostly fluff, reader is mostly bad at feelings, ngl i got most flustered writing zhongli’s part

note: yes the title was inspired by a laufey song, i love her music sm. i’ve been listening to a lot of “yearning” music (bossa nova, jazz, etc.) while writing recently… and i think it’s been helpful? also… i wanna do this with more characters but idk who yet, pls send suggestions!!

(diluc, zhongli, kaveh,) | (alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya)

diluc ♡

you had been childhood friends, and had seen everything he had gone through. the good, the bad, the ugly, you were always there with open arms. it only made sense that he trusted you with his most complex secrets (feelings included).

over the years, you only stuck closer to one another. there were never any big gestures or dramatic moments between you both, you simply kept each other company through it all.

honestly, it already felt like you were already in a long term domestic relationship. you, especially, were always one to indulge him.

you don’t know why you acted that way towards him. why you’d disapprove of his nightly endeavours, but leave your window open when you knew he was out…

or why you’d send over a basket of his favourite biscuits when you hadn’t met up in a while.

it was a rainy day when you realised why. you were watching the rain drops smash onto the concrete, when you felt particularly cold.

you lit up the fireplace, made some hot cocoa, but something still felt sorely off.

that was when the darknight hero made his entrance, thankfully not too bruised and battered, but absolutely drenched from the rain.

“you’re here?” he could only nod slowly, looking like he could fall at any moment. once you realised this, you quickly ran up to support him.

once you led him to your couch, he fell into a deep sleep. you slightly struggled to put him into a comfortable position, before giving up and letting him embrace you.

though you had also gotten drenched in the cold wet rain, you felt a warmth creep onto your face, your hands, and your heart. it filled that gap from earlier, the warmth that you had been so desperately searching for.

that was when you realised why you act the way you act the way you do; however, now you had an even greater question.

were you more stupid for letting yourself fall in love or not realising it sooner?

you were way past the point of no return, and realising your feelings and what they meant only encouraged it further.

you couldn’t picture a life without him, days without nonsensical discussions he’d only ever have without you, seeing him stop by your apartment with a new batch of grape juice.

you were clinging onto the hope that it wouldn’t destroy the friendship that took a lifetime (thus far) to build.

“the air feels tense.”

he speaks plainly, his brows furrowed into a concerned look. he sets the bottle of grape juice onto your kitchen counter and slowly approaches your sitting form on the living room couch. he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder.

“is this about the wounds from last night? you very well know i’ve handled worse… or… have i angered?”

“no, diluc.”

his frown only grows more weary as you say his name. he loved hearing you say his name, of course, but you said it with such a tone of misery; as if you were begging him not to hurt you.

“then… could you please tell me? i don’t like seeing you like this.”

“then what? how would you like to see me?”

you almost snap at him, sitting back up and facing him fully. your words were laced with venom, and diluc was absolutely feeling the sting. his eyes widened, not having a clue as to why you were acting the way you did. seeing the shock in his face, your own expression softened. you weren’t fair to him at all.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know–”

“it’s fine, i’m sure you have your reasons, whether or not you’d like to talk about it.” he sighs, laying his hands onto his lap; trying to give you the space you need. he’s known you for all these years, of course he’s seen you get angry, as you have seen him in the same predicament.

“i want to talk about it.”

“then speak freely, i’ve never judged you.”

“i want you to judge.”

“so… you need advice?”

you nod slowly staring into his eyes, the next few words stuck in your throat. his eyes are far too sincere, and you have to close your own in order to get through it.

“what am i to do if i love you?”

a thick silence fills the air, there’s nothing but the sound of raindrops starting to drizzle outside. he thinks for a moment, before holding your hands in his. “is that so bad?”. he speaks a bit louder, hoping you open your eyes; your eyes stay shut, clenched harder even.

“it’s not bad… i just don’t know what to do. i don’t want to make the wrong move. i don’t want to lose you as a friend. i’m scared.” you let out a breath, the air feeling a bit less dense. you’ve made your peace and you could find solace in that, at the very least.

you suddenly feel a touch against your cheek, his hands rough, but his movements are oh so soft. you open your eyes in surprise to find him gazing longingly right back at you; the look he gave you was familiar, it was that same look of concern he’d give you when you were crying. this time, however, there was a sparkle to it. his face moved dangerously close to yours, lips faintly grazing one another.

“you’re not gonna lose me, love. i’m right here.”

zhongli ♡

a small little crush, that’s what you’ve always told yourself, but what kind of crush makes you so lovesick for almost a year and a half?

initially, you would just watch him from afar; i mean how could you not notice his handsome silhouette walking through the market.

later on, your stubborn (but well-intentioned) ginger friend decided to introduce you to each other. he hoped that introducing you would stop you from ogling at him, and maybe even become friends!

oh how wrong he was, because the more you found out about zhongli, the harder you fell.

sure, you were friendly now, but you’d never be able cease the wild blush that appears whenever he comes into your sights.

zhongli doesn’t think much of it though, in fact he finds it cute.

“you have a fever?” “n-no!” “is it a bit too hot then? i could fan you…” “yes, t-thank you…”

initially, you’d hangout with mutual friends. you think you’d faint if you’d have to spend an afternoon alone with him, but eventually you do (and you don’t faint).

friendly lunch dates turn into games of checkers at his house. you just let things escalate, letting him take the lead in your “friendship”.

he doesn’t take the trust you put in him for granted, and he holds your heart gently. if only he knew that even the smallest touch already lit your heart aflame.

everybody talks about his voice, yes, and your pupils would shape into hearts if they could, but what you love most about the way he talks is how much weight and feelings he hides behind his words. to see him talk about the world in such a beautiful way, he makes the human experience sound just a bit less painful than what it truly is.

eventually, he’ll tell you who he truly is. what he’s done, what he's experienced, and why he’s telling you. he trusts you now, and it’d feel unfair for him to keep such a big thing from you.

to be quite honest, it doesn’t change how you see him or how much you love him. it gives a perspective, sure, but you’re more happy that he trusts you in such a way.

your friendship only grows stronger after that, and you find yourself boldly lingering around him closer than you’d like to admit. making excuses to hangout alone, holding his hand a bit tighter as you walk through a crowd.

it’s too obvious now, and everybody knows it; you’re the only one he’s waiting for.

“childe told me a silly piece of information the other day.”

you’re fixing up two cups of osmanthus wine, as zhongli sits on the other side of the kitchen island. you’re too focused on getting the perfect amount into the cups that you don’t even register what he’s saying, only giving a small hum of approval.

“you had a crush on me before we had even met?”

you almost drop the bottle in shock, eyes wide and lips almost quivering. you’d get back at childe for this, but right now you were in flight mode. you set the bottle down and take a deep breath.

“m-maybe? um… why bring it up?”

he laughs softly at your reaction, flushed cheeks and bewildered eyes. he gets up from his seat and meets you behind the kitchen island. “just curious, the notion of such intrigues me.” he stands behind you and wraps his arms around you, taking the bottle of osmanthus wine and pouring the remaining into the two cups you’ve prepared.

“so, will you entertain my curiosity?”

his voice sends a chill down your spine, more so because of the position you’re both in. you’d melt into the floor right now if you could, but the confidence you’d recently gained was still standing strong.

“yes. i did.”

you sigh in defeat, turning around to look up at him. “i very much did…”

this time, he hums in approval as his puts down the bottle and his arms move up to hug your waist; while hugging him wasn’t anything too outrageous or new, this hug felt a lot more different.

“i see, would you give me a sip of the wine, dear?”

you nod almost too quickly, his chin lying on your shoulder. you bring the cup to his lips and let him have his drink. after a moment, he stops and you take it as a sign to softly pull the cup away and back onto the wooden surface. he lets go of you and steps back, giving you some space.

there’s a tinge of disappointment as he pulls away, and you turn around to face him.

“thank you. i must admit, i found you pretty cute as well. even now, with your flushed face… and you haven’t even had a sip.” his breath hitches, picking his next words very carefully. he doesn’t want to make you too uncomfortable, but now truly would be the best time. once he’s found them, his lips curves into a modest smirk.

“i wonder if your feelings for me have persisted all this time?”

you hang your head in defeat, avoiding to look at his form altogether. his smirk quickly turns into a reassuring smile; again, he moves one step closer to you, deciding to put an end to this game.

“y-yes, t-they have…”

he’s gentle in guiding your chin up to look at him. you’re forced to stare deep into his amber eyes, and you surely wouldn’t mind under any other circumstance.

“you love me, still?”

“yes… it’s only ever grown.”

“as did mine.”

“a-as did yours? what ar–”

he silences you with a gentle kiss, one you did not even realise was happening until he pulled away. your heartbeat was driving off into the sunset as he stroked your cheek.

“i suppose i did not make myself clear. i love you too, dear.” his lips meet yours again, much more desperately, affirming him as yours.

kaveh ♡

you wondered how kaveh, a man so uniquely brilliant and acclaimed in the field of architecture, would often spend nights asleep on your sofa.

you blame your older brother, alhaitham, for annoying kaveh to such a point, but you’re not really complaining either. you had grown so fond of his presence that you’ve gifted him with an extra key.

something about the way he carries himself, it charms you to no end. you also share a lot of interests, anyways, so you might find yourselves talking and/or drinking until the sun rises.

he’ll also work on some drawings, and you’ll just watch in awe of his process.

whenever he stays over, he makes an effort to bring some takeout, flowers, or some scented candles.

he insists you take it as thanks for putting up with him, and you do so humbly. if they’re some food, you definitely insist he eat some with you.

“ah, but this is for you! you can’t just—” “yes i can, since it’s mine… can i not choose to share it with you?”

you’re both quite stubborn when it comes to being polite, actually. he tries to cook you dinner, but you go one step further and buy some dessert. you try to offer him some of your pillows as well as a blanket, but he just teases you, saying he might as well sleep in your bed.

honestly, after all the time you’ve spent with him, you wouldn’t be opposed to that.

you wouldn’t mind hearing his soft snores in the morning, his arms around you as you both are too lazy to get out of bed.

you really shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him, especially when he’s so “well” acquainted with your brother.

but the other voices in your head do remind you of your autonomy.

you actually get a little bit disappointed when they seem to be getting alone, because that means less time between you and kaveh; moreso when kaveh has to go and travel for business reasons.

those times when he’s gone are when you realise just how head over heels you are for him. it seems like some of his romantic-ness rubbed right onto you; it's just that he wasn’t here to see it.

after he hadn’t visited you, let alone seen you, for a month, you came to a sickening reminder that he only meant to stay over when he needed a break from alhaitham. when he needed respite from the general chaos surrounding him.

your home was not his, he was only ever a guest who you’d let in time and time again.

your apartment was silent, no creaking of wood floorboards, no ringing of the oven timer; you left that way and expected it to be so when you returned. the blonde man setting up your dinner table, however, subverted those expectations.

“kaveh?”

he looks up from his work to see you at the door. his face lights up as approaches you, closing the door behind and guiding you to the table. you’re not completely sure what to feel as he pulls out a chair for you, and you sit down. it’s quite surreal being welcomed into your home by someone you were sure had forgotten about you.

“i’m so terribly sorry i haven’t stopped by in a while.”

you sharply inhale at the sound of his words. you were genuinely just baffled, you didn’t understand what had been going on. he takes your silence as a sign to continue.

“i’ve just been really stressed. they had laughed off all my previous proposals, they were pushing a deadline on me. i couldn’t even get a wink of sleep, it was just so…”

he lets out a long sigh, closing his eyes. you continue watching his movements closely, trying to decipher what exactly he was up to. he pauses for a second more, opening his eyes with a sudden brightness.

“but! it’s over now, so i’m all yours.”

he smiles at you cheerfully, awaiting a response, but your lips are still pressed. it looks as though there’s lingering fire in your eyes, and it almost makes him want to turn away. the keyword being almost.

“you… you don’t owe me anything, kaveh. it’s fine.”

you stand up, a plan to go into your bedroom and just cry into your pillow already swirling in your head, but before you can walk away, kaveh grabs your wrist.

“wait. are you that mad at me? i understand if you need some time, but—”

“i’m not mad at you, kaveh. i told you it’s fine”

“if it’s all fine, why are your eyes red?”

you blink, noticing the way your hand was shaking against his grip, the tears slowly threatening to spill. you finally give in and circle you arms around his neck, your face buried into his chest. he was more than happy to accommodate you and give you the comfort you needed. he brought you both to the sofa, he sat with you still in his arms, falling softly onto his lap.

“i’m… mad at myself.”

your voice is muffled against his chest, but just enough for him to hear. tears threaten to spill from his own eyes as paint flutters through his chest, having to see you like this.

“darling, why? be mad at me, please. i’m the one who deserves it.”

“n-no. i’m the one who fell in love with you, expecting you to come back, feeling like you owe me your time.” you only cry harder at your own agonising admissions. “don’t pity my love for you, just… leave me to live with it.”

“w-wait a minute, i thought you knew i loved you too.”

you pull away, looking up at him. his eyes are glassy as he stutters to get his words out.

“you loved me?”

“i do, i-i still do! t-that’s why i felt guilty. if i had known, i would’ve shown you better.”

“then please… show me, right now.”

you press your lips against his, your breath starting to even out. he graciously kisses you back, matching your pace. you both just stay like that, content to finally be at home.

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princesstaeille · 5 months

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Seeds

summary: donghyuck gets distracted while picking strawberries, so doyoung goes to find him.

genre(s): farm!au, horror

warning(s): gore, food as horror, mentions of dead animals (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 636

notes: inspired by this post. if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx

"Donghyuck, supper's ready!"

Doyoung trudges through the tall, yellowing grass and searches for the boy in the vast field.

A calm wind blows in from the west and sends the wheat dancing, swaying gently. The delicate smell of strawberries weaves through the field and leads Doyoung to where the wheat becomes sparse, and the sea of golden grain mingles with bright green leaves until it's no longer. Now, before him, lies rows of strawberry plants that house hundreds of small jewels, which glisten when the sunlight kisses them.

There, he finds Donghyuck, who, in the company of Daegal, plucks a ruby from its stem and drops it into his mouth. Occasionally, he tosses one into the tan and worn wicker basket beside him.

Doyoung wipes the sweat from his brow and sighs. "You know you're supposed to pick the strawberries, not eat them all before everyone else, right?" He lightly glowers, but the brunet pays no mind.

Donghyuck brings another strawberry to his lips; this one is big and plump and succulent, such a stunning red that it almost resembles the heart. He takes a big bite and savors the sweetness that floods his tongue and overtakes his senses. Juice seeps from the corners of his mouth and dribbles down his chin, staining the collar and cuffs of his shirt bright pink.

Doyoung watches as Donghyuck swipes another strawberry from its stem and notices that his fingertips are painted the same color. The juice makes a home underneath each nail and spreads thin when any pressure is applied, only to coalesce once more in a translucent pink thread.

Donghyuck uses Daegal as a napkin and rubs his sticky hands into her fur, turning the pristine white to pale red. Then, he picks up the wicker basket at his knee and holds it up. "Oh, come on, hyung. You see I picked all of these right here, don't you? This is plenty. I was just having a small snack." He smiles cheekily and tilts his head. "A reward for all my hard work."

Doyoung wants to roll his eyes at the comment but freezes at seeing Donghyuck's smile.

His lips are dyed the same red as his fingertips, and the color trickles down his neck, but he makes no move to wipe the mess from his mouth. Skin and flesh stick to his gums and sink into the crevices; the juice coats his tongue and teeth and drips from his canines. Seeds are caught between the gaps, and his tongue tries to push them free. Like trapped golden beetles, they crawl and squirm, only to be crushed by their enamel cages.

Doyoung recoils with a scowl. "Make sure to wash up before supper. You'll scare away everyone's appetite if you show up like that."

A slight pout supplants the grimace that once rested on Donghyuck's face. His tongue, hidden by pursed lips, wiggles around his mouth some before he spits a wad of seed and saliva out into the grass. He wipes his mouth with a sleeved hand for good measure.

"This year's harvest seems extra ripe." Donghyuck hoists the basket up and holds it on his hip, staring proudly at the picked strawberries. "And we probably have enough to sell. Make a nice cake or something with them, maybe a lemonade since it's getting warmer."

Doyoung peers into the basket and studies them. They are ripe, and full of juice, too. Bursting with it, almost. The strawberries bloat and bulge, skin stretched thin and transparent. The juice courses throughout like blood. A basketful of tiny hearts, thrumming with life. "Mhm," he replies half-heartedly.

Donghyuck chirps at Daegal. "Come on, girl," he bids, and the dog rises from its place in the grass where it rested so peacefully it almost looked dead, pristine white fur tainted red.

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masuchu · 2 years

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warnings. cunnilingus, f!reader, clit biting, slight degradation, edging, mommy kink, squirting

yosano is patient, she likes to watch you crumble before you break. how long, she thinks, will you last like this?

kinktober 22’ | navigation ⋆˙⟡♡

𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 eats pussy like a champ. she has all the time in the world to watch as your face falls, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out. she especially loves to hear the high pitched whines that tumble out of your mouth, both of pleasure and pain.

she has, of course, memorised every single spot inside of you that makes you crumble. she’ll swirl her tongue around your clit as preparation before she bites it, grinning like a menace when you can’t hold back the loud whimper you let out.

she’s mean too, holding down your legs with her pretty fingers when you try and push into her and holding down your hips when you arch. if you push your luck more then once, then she’ll dig her beautifully manicured nails into your thighs, saying “ah, i liked this set of nails. such a shame i had to ruin them.” as if you aren’t the one getting terrorised and edged!

she can and will eat you out for hours before letting you cum, it’s her talent! if you can still speak and form coherent thoughts then you aren’t done.

“pl— please let me cum!” you pleads fall on deaf ears as her tongue continues to dive deep in your pussy, slurping up your juices like honey and coming up occasionally to bite at your clit— an act that leaves you shaking and breathless each time.

“hmm? i think you can do better then that, baby.” a harsh pinch stabs into your thigh, and you squeak at the feeling, intensified almost ten times, an undoubtable effect of the constant stimulation.

“need it so bad, m— mommy! m’ gonna die if i don’t cum, please!”

“that’s more like it.”

without warning, her two fingers slam straight into your sopping cunt, leaving a loud squelching noise with it. they slam repeatedly against the spots inside of you, and you feel something building up inside of you, something big.

your hands fumble for something to hold, anything really, and her soft fingers intertwine with yours and pin then down on the sheets, the other hand still reaching parts inside of you you didn’t know existed. every slam sends waves of pleasure rippling through your system, the extra added pleasure of her mouth around your clit doing nothing for your composure.

your moans become higher in pitch, all breath leaving your body as your chest heaves. yosano looks at you with lidded eyes, a crazed glint shining in them— unlike anything you’ve ever seen in her before.

“aki— cumming, m’ cumming! ah, fuck!”

“i know baby, let go for me.”

with her words, the coil inside you snaps and a sudden rush of everything hits you like a truck. it all feels so much harsher, and you find yourself squirming away from her still moving fingers and hand on your waist. the sheets feel damn underneath you and a soft touch pulls you into a warm embrace, your lover a bit to quiet for your liking.

“akiko? you okay?” you ask timidly, admittedly a little bit worried you had done something wrong. as you turn to face her, her eyes are wide and your eyebrows raise at her out of it expression.

“baby..?—“

“you squirted.”

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masterofengene · 7 months

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COULD i also request an idol!K oneshot/longshot (perefered fem reader but also wtv you are comfortable w) inspired by you are in love by taylor swift and its like suuper fluffy and he is so sweet and kdramary and like theyre wondering around the city or smth(can you tell I just finished binge watching i-land and immediately need compensation for the pain it caused me 😭😭😭) omg maybe like a friends to lovers trope and he realises how much she means to him and its like a she fell first but he fell ten times harder like IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MEJFDHSKDFGJ like im just imagining confessions in the rain after a miscommunication which left them both rlly sad and then she runs after him in the middle of a city street at midnight. honestly PLS TAKE complete creative freedom because as you can probably tell my thoughts rn r super messy and delulu ajshgfhkfhkgdjhsdfhgfdjkg i literally just have been thinking abt a long fic to get immersed in w K bc i have seen ltrly none😔 THANK U SMSMSMSMSMMS ASDKJFH.

Here i am!! So i finally got back to my writing and this one got those creative writing juices flowing and it gave me so many ideas so enjoy!!

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Coffee at Midnight.

K! X fem reader based off the song “ you are in love “ by Taylor Swift.

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You and K had been friends for what feels like forever. You guys had gone to the same school and were close in age so you two naturally grew closer. Before you even realized, you two were best friends. But as time went by you couldn’t help but look at K differently, Over the years he had filled out and his features grew more defined. Anyone who knew K would notice this, unless they were blind.

But you hadn’t even registered your own feelings changing, not until you were head over heels for him. You two shared a love of the performing arts so when he debuted, he managed to get you an audition and then he stepped back and let you handle it. He knew you’d land the rest yourself, he always had a blind faith in you. He trusted you more than you trusted yourself. It was a little bit after that, that you realized you’re own feelings towards K.

It was one look, and a dark room, a light hearted joke.

It had been a few months since you had begun your training, and to say that you were exhausted was a major understatement. It was well past 10 at night your monthly evaluations were right around the corner and you couldn’t quite nail the choreography that you would be tested on. Your body was tired and you were drained but you couldn’t just give up. Your eyes were aching so you had dimmed the lighting just enough to relieve the dull ache.

You were so into your practice that you hadn’t heard your phone going off, you didn’t hear the messages that k was sending to check on you. And lets just say when he got no response, he went to check on you himself. Because how dare his best friend not answer him.

What you did hear was the door to the practice room opening. You had thought for a second that it would be an instructor coming to kick you out of the room, luckily it was not. It was just K.

“You weren’t answering me…i was worried about you.” K said, being the one to always speak his mind. But he could read you like a book. So why bother hiding your exhaustion. Without saying anything, you let out a sigh and not-so-gracefully sat down on the ground. You laid back and simply said. “I have been at it for hours and i cannot get it right no matter how hard i try. Im not that much of a dancer.”

And then he gave you that look, the look that would make you feel so loved and cared for that it unlocked all of those hidden feelings.

“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing so well. Even if you do not realize it. You know….i think i saw some janitors, trainees… even a few pigeons watching you dance through the windows. An amazing performance.” He said jokingly, although he truly meant that you did an excellent job. He had just wanted to see you smile instead of looking like you would cry any second.

And after that, your feelings for him kept growing but you were certain he would never see you as anything more than a friend. Still you always had hope that he /could/.

That was until you had gone to the mall one day and were window shopping by yourself, you had invited K along but he had said that he was at a practice. You didn’t think anything of it, they had a comeback coming up anyway. You really didn’t give it a second thought. Well…until you did.

You had walked into your favorite store, the place where you got all of your clothes from. It was locally owned and they only had this one location. Everything about it made you smile, from the dresses to the shoes, to their jewelry. You were happily browsing but that soft peaceful smile that you had faded in an instant.

Right in front of you was K and a girl you had never seen before standing in front of a bracelet rack. They were clearly close, leaning closer to each other as they talked.

In that second, it felt like your whole world had came crashing down. Why had he lied to you about practice? Why was he here with /her/? And why was she standing so close to him? A thousand questions raced through your head as K looked up and made eye contact with you. There was panic in his eyes in that second, and without a word you turned around and left. If only you knew the real reason that he was so panicked….

Unknown to you, the reason he was there in the first place was because he had wanted to buy you a bracelet and confess his own feelings that had grown. He wanted it to be romantic and special. A sweet confession. He had asked his cousin to come along and help him pick out something that you would like. He only wanted to surprise you and not hurt you.

He thought situations like this only happened in the dramas that he watched on the television. But K had seen that devastated look in your eyes and he felt the pain that washed over you in that second. You might have fallen for him first but he fell harder that’s for sure.

it was midnight when you decided to go to the convenience store and get some coffee, your head was still swirling with emotions, and the weather outside represented how you were feeling, windy and stormy. Then you felt your phone go off and found that K had texted you, saying that he was on his way to your apartment. All you said in return was that you were getting coffee, to come a different time.

As you rang up your coffee and a little sweet treat, you pulled your hoodie up to cover your hair before going back out in the rain. You wee still hurting but you couldn’t see K until you felt calmer. You didn’t want to lose him entirely.

The bell sounded from the door and before you knew it you heard your name bing called. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“she is my cousin.” That was all k said as he walked up to you. And you were still in shock because how had he known that you were at this convenience store.

“This is the only place open that has coffee near your place..” He seemed to hear your silent question, then you noticed that his hair was soaking wet from walking in the rain.

“still. I thought you had practice.” The hurt in your voice had said enough as you walked around him heading back inside. It was all a fresh feeling for you and you still had so many questions left unanswered.

“stop and listen please.” K said following you outside into the pouring rain. That’s when he let the truth slipped past his lips as he let like he was losing his best friend. He grabbed your hand and you felt a smooth, cool metal press against your hand. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me until i saw that look in your eye today. (Y/n) i was planning to do this in a better setting but ill just tell you now. She was helping me buy you a bracelet, I couldn’t tell you because it was going to be a surprise. But i really like you, actually no. You’re my best friend and you mean the entire world to me, i love you. Im sorry you had to find out this way.” The look in his eyes was a desperate one.

You felt shocked, you had never once considered any of the things that just fell past his lips, and as if he saw your shock he let go of your hand and left the bracelet there. He rocked back on his heels to give you time to process his words as the rain fell around you two.

“i… you like me? Really? But how did you…. Did you know I’ve felt the same?”

“not until today…i saw that look you had. Like you wee heart broken…I can’t risk losing our burnt toast sundays…” His comment made you crack a smile as all the pieces slowly fit into place.

and the rest…. Well that’s history.

#&team #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team jo #&team maki #&team scenarios #&team taki #&team nicholas #k

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pensiveabstraction · 2 years

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atla idea thingy: imagine azula, ty lee and mai go to the north pole undercover as earth kingdom nobles to try and scope out the political situation, maybe for potential allyship, maybe to gather intel. they are understandably very upset to be quietly scorned and overlooked for being girls, used to some misogyny (bc no the fire nation is not a perfect feminist wonderland guys) but not to this blatant and stupid an extent of cutting their entire fighting force and pool of healers in half for tradition's sake. they're seething about how such a culture is being extended to the way they're being treated in their room when who comes along to greet the strange guests but princess yue.

she's intrigued by these strange girls, and the way they seem so put out by and scornful of the blatant ways they're being treated for being girls makes her wonder how it feels to live outside of the tradition she's always taken for granted. she keeps visiting them and slowly builds up a friendship. she shares how sometimes she wishes she could just stand up and refuse; refuse to marry hahn, refuse to stay silent while the men are talking, refuse to be made to be a total dependent, completely unable to defend herself should the situation arise.

the three girls decide to try and train her in hand-to-hand. at first they pretend to each other that it's just because having a princess who is confident and strikes back against the rigid pillars of their culture is sure to shake up the tribe's stability (having decided they do not want them as allies). but as time goes on, they're obviously just fond of yue and want to help their friend despite the circumstances shes stuck in.

yue slowly builds up confidence in herself in her defiance of tradition, but is unable to break down the wall of fear stopping her from doing so openly. that is, until she snaps one day, yelling in a council meeting that she won't take this anymore, she's not marrying hahn and she's not going to just sit back and be a good, silent, obedient little daughter.

she panics. there's uproar. immediately there are whispers about her being corrupted by the strange earth girls. in the dead of night, she sneaks to them, telling them they need to escape. of course, she never expected an offer for her to come with them.

they leave the north pole and travel across the world together on the girls' small ship, seeing the sights, having adventures, kicking the asses and taking the names of those who (probably) deserve it. yue gets to see more places than she'd ever hoped she could. azula gets a taste of rebelliousness, of just doing whatever the fuck she wants, her father be damned, and is hooked. mai finds that doing things she wants to do, things that were never expected - by others or her - with the girls she cares about helps push away that boredom more effectively and beautifully than anything. ty lee is overjoyed to make a name for herself and carve out a space in people's minds far from being her sisters' sister through some of their exploits (though being dubbed one of the four apparently terrifying 'pirate princesses' was never what she expected)

whoa i was just spitballing from a cool little idea about a dynamic that got lodged in my brain by a fic i just read earlier, then it turned into this. damn i really need to extract some juice from whichever part of my brain spat this out and try to synthesise it huh.

like with the modern au post, pls feel more than free - feel encouraged - to take inspiration from this, hell to directly rip the idea, and create something from it. just be sure to send it to me so i can geek out and fawn over your creation.

#atla #atla au #princess azula #azula #mai atla #yue #princess yue #ty lee #ty lee atla #avatar the last airbender #pirate au #on the run #atla fanfic

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Hello Mari, I've read a lot of your works and loved every single one and (I'm very shy sending you a message so please bare with me), you inspired me to write again. I've always loved reading and there was once a time where I was into writing but I was a child back then and yeah basically you're one of the writers here that inspired me to write again. Thank you for that really, and I wanna ask you if it's alright with you to critic my work? It's okay if you're not up to it, you don't owe me anything, I just wanted to ask really

Thank you again Mari, and I hope you continue to write more because life sucks and you're one of the few authors who spice it up for me.

(ps: I feel very doubtful whether sending this is the best decision because I don't want you to feel I'm trying to do something here, I really just want someone to critic my work and you're really good at writing and I wanna improve. Again, feel free to say no, I wouldn't take offense to it. 💜💜💜)

omg hello!! im finally able to answer your ask!! pls don't be shy with me! im sometimes awful at answering asks but I try me best!

awww I feel happy that ive been able to inspire you to start writing again. I have my own fanfic writers actually who inspired me to start writing again.

however, I do not feel that I am in a place to critic any work. I myself feel that I am horrible at critiquing because I never know what to say. I only know how I feel and usually, if I start not liking or enjoying something, I will immediately quit. I also never know whether someone is actually wanting a critic or wanting me to lie and say something just to better their feelings.

Im sorry if that doesn't make sense. But I can give writing advice!

-having a notebook where you jot down ideas or even write down paragraphs or scenes that you imagine. This is what I do and it is the best way that ive found that works for me to remember what I want to write. I write down plots and character notes and even background information.

-write write write. practice makes better. just keep writing. using writing prompts to improve your genres and how you write. it can get your creative juices flowing and help improve your writing devices as well.

-explore different genres if you can and find what you like. Ive found that I enjoy writing soulmate aus and fantasy aus. I enjoy the idea of what could be and the realms that hold possibilities. anything can be what I make it but still hold onto the collective rules that the fanfic community has bestowed upon certain genres like werewolf stories and hybrid ones. ive also noticed that I have an affliction to writing darker stories. like yandere and mafia. ive had numerous readers tell me how well I write those stories and I have fun with them as well.

im sorry I don't feel comfortable critiquing your work but I hope that my small bits of advice do help you in your writing journey😊

#purpleyoonn #purpleyoonn ask

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Damn I forgot to reply, I came back from a party and everything hurts. How are you?

I saw you only watched Bridget Jones now?! I used to love it even read the book, the movie has three parts actually. The last one came out in 2016 and it was...hm it wasn't good, but better than expected. But yeah some shit didn't age well. The fact it was pretty much inspired by Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth literally played Darcy in one of the adaptations just to play Mark DARCY in BJ was a genius move, lololol

Jonghwa belly dancers when?! I mean Jongho's body ody dance was something else. Seonghwa will 100% embarrass himself but in a hot way.

If Taeyong releases a sexy sultry sensual album I'm buying all the 84738 versions SM will probably come up with, just saying

Didn't get any pc dupes, because they're all different versions 😭 I'm really not sure what to do with Joshua's photocards because do I need all of them??? They're not the same, but similar, maybe I could leave the ones I like the most and sell/trade the others? Idk yet. Okay but what the fuck is JYPE doing with Itzy, apparently you can only buy members albums for their upcoming comeback, no regular version?!

I don't know I don't think I ever drank a lot of water? I was brought up drinking tea and juice and fizzy drinks 😬 not very healthy I know, but like I said I also rarely feel thirsty so I genuinely forget about hydration

I wish I knew what was up with my dream image of Hwa, but something's definitely wrong. I had nice dreams about him too, but... delulu </3 pls I hope you dream about him soon, so you can share it with the rest of the class. Shit went down in that bank as well, but idk what happened. Jongho said "a banker during the day, a belly dancer at night" duality man!

Omg, so I think I told you about the game called The Arcana there's a character called Lucio, he's literally the devil and a goat and a capricorn, no wonder I'm in love with this bitch... I'm in love with myself? Shit that San Bridgerton AU, I don't really read for him but for you I MIGHT 👀

Excuseeee me, send that teacher assistant thing my way. I'm a master of putting things into people's head it seems 😈

Someone in my GC Seonghwa's taste in shoes is questionable, he and Taeyong should be friends then.

Uhm so who's choking who in the villain Y/N fic?!

I'm sorry but what the fuck does Seonghwa's shirt even mean. Also Wave Hwa was the Hwa I met at a fan sign, I cannot believe, I'm sorry I'm going through it 💔💔💔 it's HIM

I do be yelling while playing games or watching football, but I will NOT tolerate some guys yelling, sorry! We can yell together but when I'm working or resting the mouths need to be shut. I love coats so I would steal Jongho's for sure. Wooyoung is like my younger brother I never had nor wanted 😅 nooooo lovers please. If I had dreams about Seonghwa and then had to face him in the morning 🥴 I'm sure that wouldn't happen because I rarely dream of my friends like that, but what if... awkward - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

Damn I forgot to reply, I came back from a party and everything hurts. How are you?

omg hello don’t worry abt it!! reply when u can!! OHOHOHO DV ANON YN ERA EVERYTHING HURTS HUH 👁👄👁 I WONDER WHY MAYBE ITS THE LACK OF WATER FBWNBDWK i an extremely good bestie writing mr bodyguard atm <3 terrible but i keep getting swayed by the series 😭😭 pls also eat medicine 😭😭

BESTIE I DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT EXISTED FBDB 😭😭 yeah…im def not watching the 2016 one bc the jokes in it must be 😭🔫 NFBWNDSM HE ISNT LEAVING THE ETL TROPE BEHIND AT ALL 😭😭 no bc pride and prejudice was so good, started my etl era forever ☺️☺️ omg what are ur top 5 favourite romcoms ever!

Jonghwa belly dancers when?! I mean Jongho's body ody dance was something else. Seonghwa will 100% embarrass himself but in a hot way.

YEAH JONGHO HABIBI ERA WHEN 😭😭😭 seonghwa would do the dance and then hide his face in his hands and immediately sub mode on JFBQKDJWL

If Taeyong releases a sexy sultry sensual album I'm buying all the 84738 versions SM will probably come up with, just saying

IM RIGHT BEHIND U ME TOO IDC IDC HIS SOLO ALBUM ABT TO BE AMAZING IF HE FEATURES OTHER ARTISTS TOO ID LITERALLY PASS AWAY his theme would be so interesting and similar to taemin’s lore god when is our turn 😩😩🤲🏼

OHHHHHHH IM JUST DUMB SORRY I DIDNT GET THATD HEHDS yeah!! keep the expensive looking ones jvbwmd investment ✨✨ NO BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS HOW MANY HIGHLIGHTERS DID U GET 🔫 WAIT WHAT??? ARE U FR?? 😭😭😭 JYPE GOING DOWN HILL 😭😭😭 hate it when companies do this bc in the member version there’s like 2-4 pictures of the group altogether but it’s better to get the regular ones bc u get all of them combined??? JYP??? 😭😭😭

“GREW UP ON TEA” that’s very bri’ish of you mate 🔫

LMFAOOOO NO IT IS BC WHYS HE CRYING OR SULKING 😭😭 WHAT DID U DO TO HIM IN THE DREAMS POOR BOY no bc. last night. im literally so mental abt it. but last night i saw one. o n e. photo of mr zayn and i had a FULL BLOWN DREAM, THE PERFECT PACE. LIKE IT WOULD LET ME REWIND IT WAS CRAZY I WAS ABT TO GET MARRIED WE HAD OUTFITS CHOSEN IT WAS CRAZY I RMR EVERYTHING and yet the man named seonghwa who i pray to never ever comes 🔫 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO STOP IT EHWNHFKW JONGHO STRIPPER AU WHEN 😭😭😭

YES YES U DID !!! LMFAOOOO THATS THE MOST CAPRICORN THING YOUVE SAID “im in love with myself” JFBQKDB AS U SHOULD LOVE URSELF but ask bts first,,, THE HONOUR THE HONOUR FOR U TO READ A SAN FIC WRITTEN BY ME YEAH BRIDGERTON LORD CHOI / VISCOUNT CHOI ON HIS WAY TO MAKE ME HIS BANE OF EXISTENCE FBWBDJ

also what is this choi san. pls also imagine this as the yn in the villain fic but a diff scenario <33

Excuseeee me, send that teacher assistant thing my way. I'm a master of putting things into people's head it seems 😈

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT BC WHENEVER THAT TEACHER ASSISTANT GETS MENTIONED I THINK ABT WAVE HWA HAIR AND HES LITERALLYTHE EMBODIMENT OF A DILF 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Someone in my GC Seonghwa's taste in shoes is questionable, he and Taeyong should be friends then.

AYO AYO AS MUCH AS I WOULD WANT THAT I KNOW THE COLLAB WOULD END EVERYTHING IN ME, MY LIFE MY PURPOSE TO EXIST WOULD BE OVER !!!! OVER !!!!!

Uhm so who's choking who in the villain Y/N fic?!

take a very wild guess bestie <3 JCBWKDH 😶😶😶 i 100% volunteer seonghwa but our yn is gonna be so normal about it “do it harder, i can still breathe very well” BRWKHDKW

I'm sorry but what the fuck does Seonghwa's shirt even mean. Also Wave Hwa was the Hwa I met at a fan sign, I cannot believe, I'm sorry I'm going through it 💔💔💔 it's HIM

WHALE HYMN 😭😭😭 SEONGHWA WHALE ERA 😭😭😭🤚🏼 y-you what. you met the ultimate dilf hair on hwa. h-ha HRJQHH DMAGDKWHDKWHDKW WHAT DID HE SAY DOCUMENT EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW TBWMBDMS IM YELLING THAT BLOND HWA IS LITERALLY THE DILF

NO FR SOME GUYS GO CRAZY i just know ateez does too, afterall, men. hongjoong vibrating like a nokia 😭😭😭😔 JONGHO DEF HAS SOME EXPENSIVE ASS COATS would 100% rob his louis vuitton bag 🔫 LMFAOOOO FBWMHDKWBDKW WOOYOUNG AS UR YOUNGER BROTHER I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE BANTER AND THE DYNAMIC YOUD HAVE maybe u will like a fic where woo is ur younger brother and ur in love with his best friend choi san <3 but he’s ur boss now <3 but u used to tease him as kids <3 now he does the same <3 but ☺️ DBWKBDWK YEAH WHAT IF ESP AFTER THOSE ASMR VIDEOS U WOULD WATCH 🔫🔫😭😭😭😭

consulting u on the matter of the series mood board colour, would u prefer black and white or dark red almost maroon-ish gold

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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dumbnojutsu · 2 years

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orange juice doesn’t count as water but its better than soda so i’ll take it 😩 pls eat more today imma do the same bc yesterday donuts were a meal. i love how are evil minds synced up bc i was thinking the same thing on how differently it could go like one idea was for them to send the kid away to protect from granddaddy and granmommy but fhghg the last idea you had was the second route but i was just gonna have her deal with it alone sklsksoKsk ok i’m convinced imma go w the last idea of urs if you don’t mind

also wait a new dw oc and u haven’t told me anything??? and i can’t find the board?? im insulted. i’m starving for more info, tell me everything

orange juice totally counts as HALF water .... inwish it was natural oj tho. i haven't eaten shit today but you better have eaten something by now omg donuts sounds delicious lol YOOO no it's cool!! i threw all those ideas in the hope of inspiring u kajsjs. just imagining the bond between kalli & klaus over here and the manwhore over there wondering what's up, what if one day kalli is not feeling it and she need the company of klaus (because, u kno, he knows) and so they spend all day together and elijah for some reason is moody and looks at them and thinks 'my brother and my wife?' and all hell brakes loose. because elijah blurted that shit out loud, the other two heard, kalli is furious at the nerve of this manwhore, klaus is offended in his own behalf and kalli's but he hangs back and records kalli beating the shit out of elijah KSJDK idk the reveal of the pregnancy could be just, sad idk 😩 WELL it was of an idea, less of an oc LMAO i was just looking pins for rory and came across some that i looked at thot: priestess, rome, doctor. literally, that was my train of thought. it was an idea that sprang thanks to that, that's supposed to last less than half the time the doctor and donna are there to deal with pompeii 🚶 we all know how that goes plz

#keke tag #would that i could write

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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So I saw this tik tok trend of “would you hit your girl as hard as you can for 1 billion 💵?” And I was thinking how tsukki would answer “no 😑” if you asked him cuz 1. He knows you’d be anxious at the anticipation 2. You crying would break his heart 3. This tik tok question is stupid cause who’d be paying the money?? Right no one, so it’s pointless. Dumbest question ever (wanted to share a funny thought)

Omg I’m dead this was the funniest thing I’ve gotten today 😂😂😂😂

This was too hilarious of an idea so I thought I’d make this a cute funny little headcanon thing! @blue-peach14 thank you so much for sending this in!!!! It was literally the funniest thing for me to read while I was at work haha. Hope you don’t mind me turning it into a little headcanon piece!

Warnings: None but probably some swearing lol and you know... the fact that some of them actually hit you lol

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Ennoshita Chikara, and Oikawa Tooru, all with a GenderNeutral!Reader (let me know if I used something gendered so I can change it pls!)

A/N: Thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for being such inspirations and helps for this 😂❤️and obviously @blue-peach14 for the idea :)

Tsukishima:

“What a stupid question”

Really just says this and rolls his eyes because he needs to consider the options

Would you??? Want him to do it??? Or were you testing how nice he was????

He decides it’s stupid cause who would pay for this???

Points this out to you and you’re just like omg Tsukki it’s just a funny little thing

Gives you a little annoyed look and decided on no (he really hates the look of tears welling in your eyes... it would be even worse if he were the one to hit you)

Flicks you in the head anyways but kisses it better immediately

Ushijima:

Didn’t understand what you were asking

Hits the top of your head cause he thought that’s what you wanted but like gently

You’re like ???? Um ushijima it’s not real

And he’s like what’s not??

Both of you just standing there like... what?

You laugh when you realize he didn’t get it

Have to explain it again and he just stands there with a furrow in his brow

“Would you... want me to hit you? Would that make you happy?”

You’re like um Ushi that’s a lot of money so yes. We could buy a lot of food

So you agree on yes together haha

Hinata:

@thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells and I all agreed on this one

Would 100% hit himself on the head

Definitely didn’t understand the question

“Hinata why would you hit yourself??”

“For the money?”

“Hinata you’re supposed to hit me!”

O.O “why would I want to hit you”

“For the money!”

“But that’s why I hit myself”

A little back and forth before he refuses because he never wants to hurt you

Still insists he gets hit instead

Tells you he has a lot of experience since he gets hit in the face during volleyball a lot

Kageyama overhears and appears suddenly because he too wants to hit hinata

Kageyama:

A certified dummy

Whacks you in the head and is like so where do we collect the money

Man put effort in this hit too like damn okay leave a fricken bump 😭

Feels bad when he realizes it was a rhetorical thing

turns into a red blueberry boi because he just can feel the guilt eating him up inside

Kisses your little bruised bump cause he’s feeling v bad

internally yelling at himself pls tell him it’s okay because now he thinks you’re going to leave him and that’s literally the last thing he wants

he loves you so much he just only has one braincell and it’s playing volleyball

Brings you milk and your favourite juices cause they apparently will help heal you

Ennoshita:

Shakes his head when you ask, but you can’t tell if it’s out of disappointment or if he’s answering the question

Takes your phone away and tells you to stop watching so many tiktoks

(this is the third tiktok related thing you’ve asked him. Man is fed up 😂)

When you insist on an answer he tells you “obviously not”

Refuses to hurt you no thanks he is a good boy thank you very much

Will not discuss further, shuts you up about it by buying you food

Oikawa:

Didn’t even let you finish the sentence

Man hit you hard too 😂

“Oikawa would you hit me-“

SmACK

You just standing there like wtf oWWW????

He just smile like the pretty boy he is 😇

“don’t ask for things you don’t want”

“If you had let me finish my fucking sentence” 🥺

Lots of kisses after, feels a little bad for hitting you but also not really 😂

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taglist (let me know if you’d like to join!)

@scphiredrafts @aurumk @devilkittymusic @thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells @trashy-simp @jeppiet @lucyheartfilias-wife @darkvadeeer @haikyuutothetop

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n1k0s-str4wb3rry · 2 years

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toxic

str8 up smut !! (one shot)

CW : REALLY TOXIC !! hetero sex, porn w a lil bit of a plot, slight overstimualtion if u squint, manipulation, implied cheating, uses vibrator, FemReader x *insert male character*. Smut inspired by To (the nbhd)

Just earlier this morning you were making an attidute to this man and now you're submitting, begging to him to fuck you. How dumb can you be.

You sat on his cock while his hands on the side of your hips preventing you to move. You're needy. really fucking needy. You need to move, the heat between your legs are rising each moment he rub soft circles around your clit,

"Please... let me move... i want it so bad..."

How could you still have the nerves to talk to this man at this moment when you just slapped him earlier bc you saw him w another women.

Do you not have any sense of shame?

"Speak up."

He said bluntly sending shivers down your spine.

"Pl-"

Your sentence was cut off when he suddenly flip you over, laying you on your back while holding both of your wrist together with one hand above your head on the headboard while his other hand using your waist as a leverage. He starts pumping out of you harshly hitting every crevices in you slutty cunt with his fat cock. All your pussy juices are more than enough to be use as lube making his harsh movement way more pleasurable then it intended to be.

"OH FUCK-"

You scream, barely could form any words at this point while his hands that were holding your wrist together went down to your puckered nipples, pinching and flicking it.

It hurts.

It hurts seeing him barely care about you but he treats you so well, makes you feel all kind of pleasure, in and out of bedroom. He gifts you all the gifts you ever wanted, expensive, cheap, rare? name it. He spends his time with you, he remembered every miniscule details about you and it warms your hearts so much.

But what is this feeling?

He's toxic, he's no good for you; You still decided to stay with him, because he "cares".

Right ?

Well he said he does. He does right? I mean obviously he-

Before thoughts could start filling your empty head from all the overwhelming stimulation you're receiving, he noticed you pussy clamping on his cock, he stop thrusting. You sighed at the lost feeling in desperation, you were about to cum but then he stops.

"Fucking bitch"

You said in a faint voice thinking he couldn't hear you, you were whimpering and moaning under him and you still have the courage to say that. He heard you, to him its loud as sirens.

He grabs the small bullet vibrator on the side table next to you and put it on your puffy clit at smallest volume, you're aching for more so you starts to buck your hips foward frantically to get any kind of stimulation. He quickly push you down to bed making you yelp at the sudden movements.

"You better watch your mouth."

He released his grasp on your hands and went to hold you face; With his calloused fingertips and his rough movements, you shouldn't be under him like this, like a slut.

"I know all the things that you are all about."

He strengthen the grip on your jaw and brings your face closer into his

"I know every single things that'll make you cry."

He pushed the vibrator volume to the highest making tears form in your eyes slowly dripping down your flushed cheeks, you sob at his words and the violent movements on your clit. You can't handle it, with him being mean making your cunt wetter than it should be, you're already sensitive, emotionally and all over your body.

"And I'm going to do it all. over. again."

Pressing the vibrator harder on his last three words as he said in a husky voice making your cunt tighten on his dick like a vice grip each second. You're basically a pathetic drooling mess under his touch, before you could do anything other than crying like a dumb bitch. He removed the vibrator and slapping your cunt harshly making you scream.

"HOLY SHIT- H/N!"

You groaning as you squirted at his sight, whimpering as your body soothe down from squirting, your mind went hazy, your eyes blurry you can barely see anything other than this fucker face.

"I love you y/n.... im sorry"

You heard what he says with such sincerity laced on his words but he never mean it, he just says sorry to shut you up; Especially in your current state where you can barely comprehend a sentence. All you can do is just close your watery eyes and try to control your breathing once again, he kisses you forehead and tear stained cheeks while hugging you and hushing you, providing you with a sense of safety that makes you melt every fucking time.

You're nothing without but with him is a living hell for you.

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jin0 · 2 years

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Ok but art student dylan!!!! Um!!!! ! I die over that, and pls imagine you blowing him convincing him to stop painting because it’s three and you want him to come to bed already and you’re sleepy and cold and just want him to come keep you warm and who is he to say no….

no because you're absolutely terrible for sending me this on the exact day where i decided to actually pay attention in class ??? y'all want me horny and failing my classes i see 🙈

because imagine the reverse of him !! this time, you're the one who's free and you need him to pay attention but he doesn't !! he promised you time but it's really late at night and you need his cuddles to fall asleep. he's entirely focused on his art and you're proud but you want him to focus on you for a while here !! so you just crawl under his desk and starts nuzzling against his bulge !!

his eyes are still on his canvas but he lays a hand on your head to stop you.

"bunny, not now. i got work to finish, but i swear i'll let you have as much fun as you want after. be good for me, just a little more time.

and usually you listen to what he says, even when needy. but not this time, cause you need him in your mouth this instant.

you unbuckled his belt and open his fly. when he sends you a look you glare at him and he tries his hardest not to smile or laugh.

"i don't wanna wait. you made me wait three hours and i need you now dylan. you're jot paying attention to me and i'm cold and lonely. i want you now or i'll become even worse, and you don't want me to get worse."

and he just sits there, baffled at how desperate and bratty you're being. because again, you're the good girl here !! you need his praises and you're always the good bunny. but he made you wait enough for you to turn into an absolute brat, which he'd been waiting to see !! so here you are now, properly gagging around him, just feasting on his cock. you're whining and moaning around him, your pussy dripping juices all over your inner thighs and you're suffering with his teasing, but how can he resist when you're just so desperate for him ??

"look at you bunny, so hungry for cum you gotta put my semester at risk huh ? your pussy had you completely stupid, couldn't even spend a few minutes alone. needed to get your mouth full and your throat stuffed with my cum. fuck, you giving me so much more inspiration bunny... I'll fuck you nice and then i'm getting back to work. but don't worry, i'll have you warm my cock the whole time. and each time you squirm, it's one slap on that pretty pussy of yours."

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Im sorry but i suddenly got inspired and wanted to send this in but like you know how sometimes boys act like they know so much better they even ignore their parents, and feel utterly entitled to their arrogance bc they accomplished more than they did?

That feels like completely what I expect Zhongli to behave like if he was in a son x mother relationship. We all know how accomplished and acclaimed he is, and if his dear old mother is barely more than “the divine lady who birthed Rex Lapis” in all the folktales, well... its not his fault that his mother had no ambitions other than spreading her legs and giving birth to him. Even better if he never knew his dad and secretly slut-shames his mom in his heart even while he smiles politely at her. Oh, he is grateful to her— but thats so very far from respect. He probably has her trapped in his adeptal abode and abuses the fact her erosion is making her forget things and act out to keep her locked in and also convince her yes, its totally normal he, her son (honestly how is it that out of everything she’s forgotten its THAT that sticks to her mind? Morax sighs and just accepts that well, he’s just oh so important to her she can’t forget her only son. Not when he’s the one who has to provide everything for her now) fucks her. Probably using some bs like “oh your yin energy is too much so i have to balance it out with my yang energy- be good and lay back and let me handle it Mother” (i forgot where but yin = fem energy that seems to make a person more calm and stuff while yang = hot blooded dude energy like skchsjaj pls look it up im very bad at explaining also god that line sounds so porny im sorry zhongli 😭)

Zhongli's mom being like a cultural figure like the mother Mary is a cute idea to me tbh

But also SON ZHONGLI??? We focus on daddy kink with the man so much that I have somehow never even considered this possibility omg. The disrespecc. But it's a infantilizing sort of disrespect, like oh, you poor foolish thing, thinking you actually have a single shred of authority. He'll be nice and pretend your opinion has value, you know, make you feel better. Poor mama.

Also that last line of logic makes me think like. That would also 100% be the Chongyun line too lol. Like "good morning mother it is time for your daily dose of yang juice, straight from the source”

#lena's asks #tw: incest #.zl #ss

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Falling // G.W. (celebration fic)

Request: George and *gasp* there is only one bed AU?? Pls? 🥺 - @acciotwinz

A/N: This is also inspired by the made up fic title that the ever so talented @theweasleysredhair sent in to me. This is a no Voldemort AU which also has the chance of becoming a two parter, who knows? I hope you like!!

Summary: A timeline of your love for George Weasley.

Warnings: teenage angst but overloaded with fluff

Word count: 4.1k

First Year:

Rushing through the corridors, late for Potions is not how you wanted to start your day, but it seemed like there was to be no luck for you this morning.

Having woken late, you had rushed getting dressed and forgot your bag as you raced from your bedroom, having to double back to get it. By that time, breakfast had almost finished so you threw back a piece of cold toast slathered with raspberry jam before necking a glass of orange juice and sprinting from the Great Hall.

Turning onto the corridor in which Snape’s classroom is located, you run straight into someone. The force of hitting them, you fall onto your bum and the person you ran into is pitched forwards, caught luckily by their friend.

They turn quickly; their eyes dropping to your figure on the floor, ready to start shouting. However, it seems their argument dies at the same time. Your eyes widen as you realise who you’ve run into: Fred and George Weasley. The latter rubbing their shoulder where your face had been only moments ago.

“Merlin,” You stutter, “I am so sorry, I was rushing, and I didn’t see you there.”

His twin, Fred you think, covers his mouth politely as he laughs. George elbows him as he smiles at you. “No harm, no foul,” George reassures.

You release a long sigh; unaware just how on edge you felt around the twins already making themselves a name larger than the Marauders who once roamed these very halls. You smile sheepishly at the redhead, already a few inches taller than you despite being the same age, and gesture to the now empty corridor, “I guess I better get going to class. I don’t want to be late – Snape will have my head if I am.”

George nods his head, “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you around then.”

You turn away from him; hoisting your bag further up your shoulder, “I’ll see you around, George.”

Second Year:

“(Y/N),” A humour filled voice calls out from behind you.

Turning, you come face to face with George Weasley. You startle slightly; not having spoken much to the twin since you had run into him through your first year. A conversation would be had every now and then, but it mainly consisted of group work with other students in attendance.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you greet the redhead. He smiles at you politely before gesturing to the empty seat next to you, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but why aren’t you sitting next to Fred?”

George smiles at you gratefully as he sits down next to you, “They’ve split us into different Herbology classes.”

You grin at his answer, “Do I want to know why?”

He shakes his head; opening his notebook and reaching into his bag for his quill. “Probably not, but I’m not too bothered.”

“You aren’t?”

George shakes his head once more, shrugging his shoulders, “I get to sit next to you.”

You turn your eyes from him quickly; not expecting an answer like that. He laughs lightly as he notes down the date and aim for this lesson. “I think we’re going to be good friends, (Y/N).”

Third Year:

Your Third Year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry starts a little differently to your last two. For starters, you don’t sit with your usual friends. Instead, you wave to them from the platform at Kings Cross before joining Fred and George as they wait for you with their younger brother, Ron, in tow.

Your friendship with the twins developed quickly after that first Herbology lesson with George. He had carried on talking to you after the class; walking you to your next one without complaint and then meeting you later with Fred.

Warming to them both, you couldn’t help but feel closer to George. He had a knack for knowing exactly what you were thinking and feeling at any given moment; able to pull you from stressing too much over essays. He always seemed to be there too; for you to talk to, for you to unload your worries on to.

The friendship was something you already cherished; it bringing out a more playful side to you that you could no longer ignore in their presence. Whenever you could, you would lend an ear to their plans for pranks – offering your opinion over where best to throw a dungbomb in order to affect the most people.

Third Year did not start the same as your first and second year; this year you felt surer of yourself, felt happier with the person you were becoming. You had George to thank for that.

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“Ron!” You call out; grabbing the attention of the youngest Weasley boy. His ears turn red with unwanted attention, and you can’t help but take glee in it. “How are you?” You ask, “Are you settling in okay? And this must be Harry?”

If possible, Ron blushes harder. He nods before finding his voice, “I’m okay. I’m settling in fine; you sound like my mum (Y/N). Yes, this is Harry.”

You smile widely at the messy haired boy before turning your attention back to Ron. “Your mother is an angel, Ron, so I’m taking that as a compliment. Who else would send me a hand-knitted jumper for Christmas?”

Ron snorts, “What’s up, (Y/N)?”

“Have you seen your brother at all?” You ask; eyes scanning for George amongst the growing crowd of students making their way to their next class.

Ron raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”

You fix him with a flat stare; unimpressed with the sass coming from the eleven year old boy. “George. I’m looking for George,” You state for clarity’s sake.

Ron shakes his head, “We saw him at breakfast, but I haven’t seen him since. Have you, Harry?”

Harry shakes his head too. “Have you checked the library?” He offers in kindness.

You bite your lip; wondering about the ever so slight chance of the Weasley twin being in the library. You smile gratefully at the young Gryffindors, “Thank you, boys. I’ll see you later.”

You make to turn, but at the last minute, you swivel back to ruffle Ron’s hair into an undignified mess. He shouts in protest as you run off. As you leave, you hear Harry ask after your identity. Ron tells him who you are and what you mean to the family, but he rounds off with, “George would not stop talking about them over summer.”

Turning onto the corridor for the library, you file that piece of information away for later. For a time when you’re also ready to confront the ever growing feelings for the redhead.

Fourth Year:

Fourth Year begins much like the last. You meet Fred and George at Kings Cross; ruffling Ron’s hair and smiling warmly at Ginny – the last of the Weasley brood to start Hogwarts. She smiles back, but it’s watery and you reach out a hand for her to take in comfort – her goodbyes to her mother already said as you all board the train.

The train ride is loud, but you still find the time to catch up with George. He asks about your summer as if you didn’t spend half of it at the Burrow; you regale him of your time abroad with your family – travelling through the north of France on an extended history lesson.

You hate to admit it, but you bask in his attention, having missed him fiercely through your time abroad that no amount of letters helped. You missed hearing his laughter; it eliciting goosebumps on your skin with each chortle.

Watching the Scottish countryside pass you at an alarming rate, you wonder whether Fourth Year is going to feel similar to third. If your heart has any say in this, it would be the first to tell you that no – this year was not going to feel anything like the last.

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Despite the warmth of the fire, the common room is cold as you sit next to George. What started as a happy, carefree atmosphere was plunged into ice, becoming frozen and stilted with words about a missing sibling.

“They said her name… and I just, I stopped hearing anything else,” George whispers; voice close to breaking as he buries his face in his hands.

You open your mouth to offer words of comfort; to offer words of anything, but nothing comes out. How do you comfort something like this? How do offer words of help when you can’t compare the situation to anything you have ever experienced?

At the last minute, as George turns his head to face you, you bring his head to your shoulder, and this time you’re the one to provide wordless comfort.

You feel him shudder against you; overcome with the news of his missing sister. The news had come in a couple of hours ago; George, Fred and Ron escorted from the common room by Professor McGonagall, leaving you alone with Harry and Hermione who were both just as confused as you.

Upon their return, you rushed immediately to George’s side, noting his paleness and the slight tremble to his hands. You couldn’t count on both hands how many times you had asked him – pleaded with him – to tell you what had happened for him to react like this, but for a while, all he did was shake his head, unable to put into the words the news he had received.

It was Ron who worked up the courage. Taking a deep breath to slow his racing heart, he had announced, “Ginny has gone missing. She was seen going into the Forbidden Forest, but no-one ever saw her come out.”

At that point, Fred left the room. You made to go after him; to check on him, but George’s hand clamped down on your knee, keeping you next to him. Shooting him a puzzled glance, all he said was “Stay,” and that was enough for you.

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself alone with George. Fred having returned but going straight to bed; Ron and his friends following straight after though you all know that no sleep would be had amongst anyone. Not until Ginny was found safe and sound.

You remain on the couch; George’s head remaining on your shoulder as you run one hand through his hair and the other holds his hand tightly. The fire continues to burn; devouring the logs that breathe new life into its flames. Silently, you both watch – too tired emotionally to consider talking to the other.

It’s as you watch the fire turning the logs to ash that you discover the lengths you would go too to protect George from ever feeling like this again.

Fifth Year:

Fifth Year brings with it OWLs. It brings with it the stresses of academic excellence tied in with your growing feelings for the lanky redhead that you found yourself attached to.

The further into Fifth Year, the more you come to understand that your feelings for George Weasley are no longer platonic. In fact, you seem to be harbouring quite the crush on the redhead despite your adamant denials to Hermione, who swore blind that it wasn’t completely obvious and that you had nothing to worry about – George hadn’t noticed a thing.

However, you could no longer the way George made you feel. How simply looking at him had you losing breath; how a simple smile from him had your heart racing so fast that you felt absolutely certain it was to give out. There wasn’t a lot he had to do to have your stomach erupting into butterflies and your palms becoming sweaty; all he had to do was say hello and ask how you were feeling for your mouth to run dry.

You felt the fool more often than not; your worries and fears having you second guess each interaction with him, yet sometimes. Sometimes, you swore you would catch him watching you with the same yearning in his eyes that you know is reflected in yours.

It was moments such as that, that had your fears and worries dissipating, giving way to the more harmful emotion of hope. It blooms in your chest; spreading through your veins like a wildfire as you let yourself think that somewhere in the future, George may just feel the same as you.

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A hand runs through your hair, and you smile in your sleep, turning your face to it.

“Love,” An all too familiar voice sounds, “It’s almost curfew.”

You grumble; snuggling further into your cushion, feeling confused when it starts to move. You crack one eye open; shooting up when you come to see that you’ve fallen asleep on George’s shoulder. You press your hand to your mouth in shock but also checking that you haven’t drooled on him through your nap. “George,” You ramble, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise I was that tired.”

George waves a hand in a dismissive fashion; ignoring your apology, “Love, I’ve known you a few years now. I’m sure falling asleep on each other was bound to happen at some point.”

That does nothing to comfort you. “Regardless,” You protest, “I doubt the last thing you wanted was for me snoring away on your shoulder.”

George smiles, “It’s fine, love. Besides, they were only small snores.”

“George!” You shout; batting a hand on his shoulder playfully, “I do not snore!”

George mimics zipping his mouth shut; keeping his answer a secret, leaving you in the dark as to whether you snore or not.

Rolling your eyes at the redhead, you ask, “How long was I out?”

“About an hour and a half.”

“Oh…” You trail off; glancing at the clock for the first time tonight, noting how close it was to curfew. You run a hand down your face, “I should probably head back to my common room.”

George clears his throat; running a hand through his hair as he suggests, “Or you could stay here?”

“What?”

“Stay here?” He suggests once more, “By the time you get back to your common room, you’ll no longer be tired and there’s always the chance you’ll get caught by Filch and it really isn’t worth a detention, is it?”

A playful smile spreads over your lips as you shake your head, “It’s not worth getting caught at all. But are you sure?”

George nods, standing and holding out a hand for you, “I’m sure. How different can it be from all the sleepovers over the summers we’ve known each other?”

You take his outstretched hand; keeping it tight within yours as he leads you to his room.

“How are you with sharing a bed with me? I’ll share with Fred or Lee if it makes you uncomfortable.”

A sleepy smile breaks over your face, and George realises then and there that he would do just about anything for you to look at him like that always.

“I just fell asleep on you on the couch. How different is sharing a bed?”

George nods wordlessly; squeezing your hand before letting it drop to rifle through his trunk. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for; an old worn out shirt and a pair of joggers for you to wear to bed.

You smile your thanks as you take it from George. You move to unbutton your blouse at which point George splutters a cough, turning his back on you. He feels the blush heat his cheeks as he hears you laugh quietly.

You pull his t-shirt over your torso; enjoying the softness against your skin and inhaling his familiar scent of gunpowder and honeysuckle. “You can turn around now, George.”

An awkward air settles over the room as George meets your eyes, but it doesn’t last long before your burst into laughter. You offer him the same privacy as he gets changed for bed; he clears his throat to let you know it’s safe turn around. Almost imperceptibly, the air changes between you two, becoming charged with an electricity neither of you were aware of before. It’s heady; it’s has your skin feeling flushed, making you more aware of the plans for tonight.

Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you whisper, “Thank you for letting me stay the night, George.”

He averts his eyes; unable to meet your gaze for the rush of emotions running through his body from such a simple action. He nods wordlessly once more; smiling at you shyly as he pulls back the covers.

Space is limited in the single beds; it ends up that you lay half over George as his arms wrap around you, keeping you in place.

That night, the both of you come to realisation that sharing a bed means much more now.

Sixth Year:

“An ageing potion?” You demand; entering the hospital wing, feeling nothing short of anger aimed at the twins.

George’s eyes widen as he looks to Fred who wisely turns his attention elsewhere. He watches you take in the aftermath of being vaulted across the room by an age line; the grey hair and the long white beard. He can see the anger simmering through your entire body, but your eyes hold a different emotion – one George cannot put a finger on right not, but he would argue it’s something close to love.

At this point, he can no longer tell his feelings for you apart from what he feels daily. He’s utterly infatuated with you, as his mother likes to remind him each time he goes home. George has stopped disagreeing with her; happy to accept the fact that he fell in love with you a long time ago and has no plans in foreseeable future to ever stop.

You hold a hand over your mouth; repressing the sob that wants to escape. The very thought of him entering such a dangerous competition becoming too much for you. George’s face falls when he sees the tears in your eyes; he reaches out a hand for you, “Love…”

You fall into his embrace willingly; hiding your face in his shoulder as the tears fall down your face. Sniffling pitifully, you fist your hands into his robes, gripping onto him for dear life.

No words are dared uttered as George lets you collect yourself; his hand running through your hair and down your back in a motion that he knows soothes you.

“Why would you do such a foolish thing?” You ask; needing to know why they would put their lives at risk so willingly.

George has the decency to look somewhat ashamed as he utters his answer, “Eternal glory and the prize is a thousand galleons.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “If it had worked, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“But it didn’t, so it’s okay.”

“It isn’t, George! This tournament is so dangerous it poses a real threat to lives. If anything was to happen to you-” A sob breaks free from your lips; halting your sentence as your mind steadfastly refuses to even entertain the very thought of living a life without the Weasley twin.

George pulls you back into his embrace; arms wrapping around you tightly as he rocks you as best he can from where he sits on the hospital bed. His beard tickles your face as you hide it in his chest, clamping your lips shut against the wave of tears threatening to overflow.

One, two, three kisses are placed to the top of your head before George coaxes your face out from where its hidden. Tear filled eyes meet his brown ones to which George suddenly feels rotten about the whole ordeal. He hushes you quietly; offering any and all words of comfort so he no longer has to listen to the utterly heart wrenching noise of your sobs – made all the worse knowing that he was the one to cause them.

“Love, we meant nothing by it, you know that.”

“George, you don’t enter a competition that could quite literally kill for money.”

“What else are we to do if we want to open the shop?”

“We go to a bank and fill out a form for a loan.”

“We?”

You raise your eyebrow, determination lacing your tone and distracting you from your tears, “What? Did you think you were getting rid of me that easily? I won’t work in the shop, but I’ll help you open it in any way I can.”

He hooks an arm around your shoulder; pulling you in once again to drop more kisses to the top of your head, unable to help the emotions surging through him.

Over your shoulder, George makes eye contact with his twin brother. Fred had watched the entire exchange in both awe and with a tinge of jealousy; he couldn’t help but hope he would find something similar to what you and George have. That love that doesn’t need to be named, despite the both of you being somewhat aware of the other’s feelings.

Fred winks at his brother; offering him a thumbs up as he lays down on the bed and closes his eyes. Any attempt to give the near couple one form of privacy or another.

As Fred closes his eyes, George turns his attention back to you. The words don’t need to be said, but he whispers them to you regardless, “I would never leave you. Never.”

He feels you relax against him; the tension seeping from your body as the words land exactly where he meant them too. You fall into the embrace more; gripping onto him tighter and inhaling the smell that is so intoxicatingly him – honeysuckle and gunpowder, and just like that, your heart has calmed, and your mind no longer races with possibilities that may never happen.

Seventh Year:

NEWTs take over your life in Seventh Year; spending more and more time in the library much to the dismay of George. He kicks up a fuss each time you tell him your plans for the evening, yet each evening he doesn’t leave your side as he studies with you.

Truthfully, it’s hard to focus with him so close to you. It’s hard to do much of anything when you have to resist the urge to kiss him senseless each time he smiles at you or flicks a piece of parchment your way.

At this point in your friendship, it could be argued by many outsiders that you were in fact in a relationship. Having been asked many times by younger students, each denial felt like a stab to the gut which is only further reinforced each time you catch him staring at you.

Biting your lip, you return your focus to your studies. Ashamedly admitting to yourself that you had to berate yourself countless times throughout the day for daydreaming about the teenager you’re certain you’ve loved since you were fifteen years old and only just learning the meaning of the word.

Seventh Year was your final year at Hogwarts, and though you were more than certain that George would feature heavily in your life beyond it, you couldn’t help the raw hope that built in your chest and flooded your veins at the mere idea of loving him as more than a friend.

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“You know, I promised myself I would do something at graduation,” George states; pulling you to one side as families begin to gather after the ceremony and students are congratulated further.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You comment; an eyebrow raised.

George nods; a smile gracing his face, “Yeah, I promised myself I would tell you how I feel about you.”

“And just how do you feel about me, Weasley?”

If it’s at all possible, George’s smile grows larger, “I’m absolutely mad for you, love. So mad for you in fact, that I don’t imagine another future without you in it. So what do you say? Fancy living out the rest of your days with a man who has a thing for pranks and plans on owning a joke shop?”

“I can do you one better.”

“Well I have to hear this.”

You beam up at him; hand already circling his tie, “I fancy living out the rest of my days with my best friend by my side. Morning, noon, and night.”

Arms circling your waist, George laughs lightly, “I think I prefer the sound of that.”

Brushing your lips against his, you whisper, “I knew you would.”

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hitozy · 3 years

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tw! this is obviously +18, smut, poly, blowjob, vaginal sex, slight asphyxiation, public sex.

a/n! this is an addition of ‘the manager’ collection.

@rintarhue : BABES! pls enjoy the kagehina brainrot as a thank you for helping me choose a name 🥺️

“Shh, you have to be quiet love, or else we’ll get caught.”

“Just a little bit more, baby girl, almost done.”

You don’t know how you got yourself into this situation. One minute you’re out with Hinata and Kageyama for date night, the next thing you know, your kissing Hinata roughly while being pushed by Kageyama into the family restroom and locking the door.

You aren’t complaining though, not when you're being stuffed front and back. It had been awhile since they tag teamed to fuck you, seems like a date night was all they needed for inspiration.

Kageyama shallowly thrusted into your cunt, sending your body forward and deepthroating Hinata; this causes a train reaction making you moan, Hinata moan and thrust back, hence pushing you onto Kags cock. It seems neither one of them are going to relent on giving you a break, especially when your mixed juices and saliva are dripping on the floor.

Hinata racked his fingers through your hair, pulling it back to watch his cock disappear into your mouth, your teary eyes making his cock twitch in your mouth. “You look so damn gorgeous, fuck!”

You moan your response at the same time Kageyama responds, “Look at you, such a fucking slut, not being able to wait until we get home.”

Hinata scoffs at that, "You say that like its a bad thing when we all know it isn’t.”

Hinata taps under your chin, as you look up you see him wink and grin, you know exactly what he wants. Moaning around his cock, you tighten your always around Kageyama’s cock making it nearly impossible for him to pull out. You can hear him groan and pant behind you, “what the fuck?”

Hinata grins at him, he makes you deepthroat him so that he’s able to grip the others chin, making him look into his eyes, “YN might be a slut, but she’s so good and obedient, taking both of our cocks like a good girl,” he pets your hair when he feels you choke and gag a bit, “but you’re being a bitch to her, and bitches don’t get treats,” he pulls Kageyama’s face closer and pecks his lips, “- so you stay right there until you’ve realized your mistake.”

As he lets him go, Hinata slowly thrusts into your mouth as to not push you back onto Kageyama’s cock. You relax, easing his cock from your grip and let him cockwarm until Hinata says so.

It has always amazed you how good Hinata is not only at edging his partners, but himself as well you muse as he pulls completely out of your mouth. His tip an angry red, throbbing, “Open that beautiful and talented mouth, my slutty baby.”

How can you say no? He slides himself in, your tongue running against the thick vein just the way he likes it. The deep groan that leaves his mouth resonates like an echo, it makes you groan and clench which makes Kageyama groan as well.

Hinata chuckles at this, “The whole point of this is to punish him, baby. Come on, try for me, yeah?”

Relaxing while watching Hinata fuck himself in your mouth and feeling Kageyama’s cock pulse inside of you proved to be more difficult than you thought. Every time Hinata thrusted, every time your tongue swept just right, every time Kageyama panted from waiting, watching desperately it pushed all of you closer to the edge.

“It seems I have two babies today, huh?” Hinata chuckles and caresses yours and Kageyama’s cheeks, “That’s fine, I guess I can let you off this time, baby boy.”

That’s all that needs to be said, they pick up the speed to a point where support is needed. Kageyama holds your waist, Hinata holds your shoulders and they both fuck you with no care whatsoever.

You feel your climax right there and with a sharp thrust, you cum all over Kageyama. “Fuuuuck yes!” Kageyama whispers, digging his nails on your waist, his pace unrelenting. Overstimulated and unable to scream or move, your hands reach out and dig into Hinata’s thighs, hoping this would give him a hint.

It didn’t.

“Ah- shit, ‘m cumming!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

They both cum at the same time, the abrupt feeling of being filled and them riding out their orgasm causes a slight heat in your belly, soon enough you reach your peak again, your vision turning white and toes curling, happy to know they are still sort of carrying you. “Hah-”

“Did she come again?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Aww, how precious.”

They both slip out of you and help clean up. That’s when you notice the mess. Cum, saliva and slick are all over the floor, everyone's shoes and sadly, on Kageyama’s pants.

“We did not think this through, did we?”

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